Post by Van Zant on Sept 18, 2016 19:54:43 GMT
G E N E R A T I O N F A I L U R E //
As it stands, Violet Van Zant has gained exponential notoriety among the professional wrestling universe. In her debut match against Hailey Banks, Violet used exactly what she said she would rely on – her experience. Now, Violet had no prior experience as a professional wrestler, so what did that leave her? It left her with a fighter's instinct: something that is deeply ingrained into the mental resources of those who have grown up with a history of fighting. From a young age, Violet was taught to have the moral compass of a wild animal; do, don't think.
Violet's tendency to cheat during matches is – at this point – indistinguishable at best; the girl's making a rocky transition from the streets of West Linn, Oregon to the professional wrestling ring. Does she need the immediate aid that weaponry can provide? No. Would it be a tad familiar to her to use it? Absolutely. She's no stranger to lead pipes. She's no stranger to fighting, clean or dirty. You could say she's no stranger to versatility.
But she is a stranger to Zack Knight, and this conclusion obviously stems from his incessant need to poke the lead-pipe wielding bear. What better way to familiarize herself with Zach Knight than to explore a place of historical intimacy; a place that played a starring role in the screenplay that would be Knight's upbringing: Coughlan's Gym.
"This place is a shit-hole," Violet claims through broken chuckles.
She takes a seat on the curb outside of the gym where Zach Knight used to train. The way she sat was less than feminine; her legs spread, knees jutting out to the side and her hands clasped together in front.
"You may not have needed to 'cheat' for a win last week Zach but, fuck," Violet turns her head and motions back at the decrepit building behind her, "You sure got cheated out of a lot of childhood experiences if you spent most of your time here, I'll tell ya that much for free . . . "
Violet adjusts her sunglasses, her demeanor was calm and collected.
"Congratulations on your big win, Zach. I'd love to say that I'd hate to be the one to take your spotlight away from you so quickly but, allow me to pipe up and say that it's an honour. It seems like my number one goal here is to shut the mouths of everybody who seems to believe fighting has no real place in professional wrestling, which is laughable at best considering the damage I did to Hailey Banks."
She shrugs with a smug smirk crossing her face.
"Call it a crutch, if you need to discredit me for something . . . But all it was, was habit. I'm not used to a referee, I'm not used to the bell. The second I leave my apartment, that's when my bell rings here in Oregon. The target is always on my back, Zach, and I dealt with it the way that I knew would have the most impact. What you believe that I lack in 'talent', or 'skill', I more than compensate for in power, intimidation and technique. I could kill you with my index finger if I so felt the desire. I don't, though."
Violet snickered in a way that sent the message that, in her mind, it was completely up to her if Zach Knight made it out of Vendetta this week.
"Am I impressed that you came from a long line of dusty old geezer's that spoon-fed you decades-old 'tips and tricks' about how to be an Olympian? Nope. Honestly, not even a little bit. But what's clear to me is that we both come from two different lifestyles, both believing that one of those lifestyles is superior. One of us is wrong. Changing my game, consistently training, aren't all of these things that any athlete should do to stay on top of their game? Stay relevant? Stay with the techniques and evolve? I mean, clearly you weren't taught any of these principles in uh . . . "
Violet turns her head back once more, looking at Coughlan's gym.
" . . . This . . . Fine establishment," Violet coughs slightly, "But that's how real athletes train, Zach. That's how Champions are made. Evolution and constant hard work. But, I guess not all of us need to rely on anybody else to show us that . . . "
She spits on the pavement outside of Coughlan's gym as the scene fades.
